Cairo

by Cairo

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about

Recorded in the fall of 2009 to the best of our abilities at the lovely FaderMaster Studios in Vancouver BC, with the wizardry and wisdom of the lovelier Paul Boechler, this is Cairo's first batch of songs.

The audio recording of our sophomore slump will commence late June 2010, for a prospective catch-and-release date of late summer.

credits

released 30 January 2010
JP Lancaster - Guitar, Vocals
Mark Crawford - Guitar, Vocals
Dan Crawford - Bass Guitar
Tristan Thompson - Drums

Paul Boechler - Recording, Mixing, Spiritual Guidance
Cody Stevens - Assistant Engineer, Fresh Pots
Jamal Ruhe - Mastering
Brad Swaim and Jon Flahr - Album Art and Layout

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Track Name: Hot Minute (At the Tech-Noir)
Questions delivered, dance floor reprise
Your conversation is everything I need
We move together like we’re unseen
Rhythm, your movement, are taking over me

We all know that you won’t tell
It’s a game of wear it well
A simple move, break the spell
It’s a game of wear it well

We all know

Night lasts forever, drink after drink
She pulls my head close, knows every thought I think
Her breath on my face, body pressed in tight
We know the answer won’t be found tonight

We all know you won’t tell
It’s a game of wear it well
A simple move, break the spell
It’s a game of wear it well
Track Name: Harbor Lights
We ride golden chariots
Lights streak the paths that carry us
Neons burning hot tonight
Street lamps hum your lullaby

You can't live the present tense
With baggage packed and unpaid rent.
When the road comes up dry
The street lamps hum their lullabies

Even though
Missed your mark
Passing shots
Still lights the dark
Track Name: Sink or Swim
They say wine is the truth
I guess that makes me an honest man
Never needed an excuse
I’ll hit the bottom when I land

Blood rushes in, your skin stained so crimson red
(That skin is crimson red, thoughts weighing down my head)
And I can't come clean with my heart on my sleeve
(Can't wash it away, these thoughts are here to stay)
When you've washed up on shore, you think its the end
(Sun's beating down on me, think for a minute that I'm free)
Waves pull you back again, sink or swim
(Waves washing overhead, weary, wasted, we're through she said)

I remember '92
Good days never came as planned
Watched the old man come unglued
Hitting the bottom as he lands

Sometimes they say it’s no use
You plot your course and push for land
But your punctured hull lets the water through
Drifting under to the sand

I remember.